About Fantasy Man

by Aaron Michaels
21 pages / 4600 words
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Mitchell fantasizes about the sexy man with the clipboard and hard hat working on the half-finished high-rise across from his tenth-floor office. After Mitchell lets his daydreams get out of (or rather, on) hand in full view of his office window, he vows his fantasies should stay just that.

Right up until the object of his fantasies hits on Mitchell at a bar. Who in his right mind would turn down a chance to live out a fantasy?

Sample

The work crowd, an equal number of men and women, frequented a neighborhood bar that served a decent choice of beer on tap along with a variety of foods dipped in batter and fried. Not great for the cholesterol count, but Mitchell had decided long ago that the only way to eat zucchini was breaded, fried, and with a healthy helping of marinara sauce.

He'd just finished off his last zucchini stick when the waitress brought him a fresh plate.

"I didn't order that," Mitchell said. He definitely hadn't ordered the side of ranch dressing.

She grinned at him. "From the gentleman in the last booth."

Mitchell turned to look where she nodded. The booth was partly obscured by a couple who were making selections on the juke box; the rest of the booth was in shadow. All Mitchell could see was the vague outline of someone slouched in the corner.

The waitress leaned closer. Mitchell saw amusement in her smoky eyes. "You're being hit on, honey. He's pretty cute. I'd take him up on it myself, but I don't think I'm his type."

Huh.

The waitress winked at him and walked away.

The plate of zucchini sticks was certainly a variation on the standard buy someone a drink routine. Maybe the guy in the booth thought food would be harder to refuse than a drink. And why should Mitchell refuse it anyway? It had been a long time since someone had hit on him like this. It wouldn't hurt to be nice.

Mitchell picked up the plate and his beer and wound his way through the crowd. One of his buddies, well on his way to his own Friday night drunk, raised his glass toward Mitchell and saluted. Mitchell shook his head in embarrassed amusement. What the hell was he doing? If this was a hook up and his buddies found out, he'd never live it down.

When Mitchell got a good look at the man who'd sent him the zucchini sticks, worrying about what his buddies thought was the last thing on his mind.

"Hello," said his fantasy man.